"You know, you could do me a favor and stop showing up at the bar looking so damn foxy. As your friend I have to say it's getting hard to watch all the guys drooling after you like you’re a piece of meat. It's disgusting."

"Oh, whatever Riles,” I said, throwing him a disgruntled look. “You’re usually one of those guys drooling after the girls."

"Well that's different."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well it's me, for one." He laughed. Seeing that I wasn't buying into his flimsy explanation, he added, "And I don’t care about any of those girls."